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| The Underworld |
A lead-painted sky.
A lead-painted sun.
A lead-painted life.
Death came to the town
on a summer's day at noon
and now she lies by the river
ready to begin her journey
to the World of Gloom.
she sets sail across the water
in an endless night of darkness
with no stars and without a moon.
Bodies with broken bones,
lipless jaws and eyeless skulls
float around on the water.
Visions rise before her eyes
of unhappy lifeless virgins,
of lovers once betrayed, and
of mothers and of children
who had passed away too soon.
At the marble gates
Cerberus weeps and wails
and the fearsome Lord waits
with offerings of fruit and water;
the child eats the fruit
she drinks the Lethe Water
and at last, she is laid to rest.
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